Category Archives: gardening

“What if they don’t like the garden? What if they hate it? They’re going to hate it. Oh, crap, why did I do this? My poor little garden!” The demented wail of the neurotic gardener. It’s quite possible, at the … Continue reading →

Looking for something fun to do in Albuquerque? Drive just a smidgen north to historic and charming Corrales, New Mexico for the annual Art Studio Tour, the first weekend in May. This year, me and the hubs will be participating! … Continue reading →

This Sunday, June 10, is the Corrales (New Mexico) Garden Tour, which runs from 9 am to 4 pm. Come on out to the historic village for a great opportunity to see what can be grown in our dry desert … Continue reading →

Today, on the very day that my Cyber Monday purchase–two gopher traps–shipped, I find my nemesis in the yard, D.E.A.D, dead. Yes, ding-dong, the wicked rodent’s dead. Friends know that as a rule, my garden is a welcoming place to … Continue reading →

Location, location, location. Perhaps that’s what a quail thought when she decided to make her nest under a rock in the rock garden. Maybe it was the sturdy construction, or the lovely view, but something must have canceled out the … Continue reading →

Lettuce. Not just for salads anymore. I haven’t done much container gardening until recently. Possibly because, indoors, I have a brown thumb and consequently, I associate any kind of container gardening with death. In the last couple of years, I’ve … Continue reading →

Life’s a beach. Of sorts. Casa de Kirby sits in the midst of a vast sandy desert. Lots of sand and sagebrush. No rain. No large body of water, unless you count the Rio Grande, which, nowadays, isn’t so grande. … Continue reading →

Gardeners bury their mistakes. Whenever I talk about gardening, there is always someone who is quick to say, “I can’t grow anything; I have a brown thumb.” Now, I recognize that this may be an attempt to shut me up. … Continue reading →

In which the Casa de Kirby is struck by a case of “careful what you wish for.” Rewind several months, back to March, when a young, uh, youngish, erm, what-ever, gardener’s heart warms after the winter that would not end. … Continue reading →